I read this book for the first time when I was, God, I don't even remember. Fourteen or fifteen, maybe? I was immediately mesmerised. I loved Sydney, I wanted to BE her when I grew up. Except for the part where I'm not rich and don't live in NYC. Still. <3
Unfortunately, the library copy was lost soon after. I don't know if someone lost it or it was irreparably damaged or something else happened to it. I wandered to the shelf where it was supposed to be for years after, hoping it'd come back up. No luck. I looked it up on the Internet, bookmarked it and then moved on, wandering back to the bookmark every few years and thinking 'I wonder if I'd still love that book now'
Fast forward to now, when I finally got sick of not knowing and just went out and bought it for my Kindle. And then proceeded to leave it there for a few months. I'm not the most reliable reader, okay, sorry! But I did end up reading it and I was pleasantly surprised to find that I did still enjoy it! Not to the rate I did back then, mostly because I was a lot younger and I think we experience books with a lot more emotion and less intellectual analysis when we're younger. This time around I noticed things I didn't like, whereas back then I just glided right over them. But I still loved it! And now I don't have to wander over to the library folornly anymore if I want to reread. Hooray! :)